little shack with light a little dim, i make the mood, its chilly
why dont you just take my sweater?
i need to take it off first, got white leather couch
little calm music its getting really sweet
im on the crime scene
theyll never know where you went
I just know, only me, and your lip you were biting
and later you will only remember the way i bit my lip
it was you last memory before i got your throat split